"Damn, this knife still has a soul?" As soon as the words fell, Feng Lie suddenly shook his arms, and the treasure knife drew a beautiful arc in the air, and in the next second, the killing qi suddenly converged towards this circle, and even Wei Bushu and the others, who had different positions, couldn't help but stand up straight: "This is ......"

Listening to a long howl of "whoa--", a white tiger with white skin and black stripes jumped out of the circle, as soon as the white tiger was called, the killing aura instantly enveloped the entire Jindu Mansion, and the hideous tiger looked at everyone like a warning, and my line was so shocked that his face was bloodless, and when he opened his mouth, the tiger opened his bloody mouth and roared towards the four fields. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Rao is Kunlun covered Wu Xing's ears for the first time, but Wu Xing still didn't hold back a mouthful of blood, and the soul gathering lamp on his chest lit up sharply, spinning at ten times the speed before.

The situation in the courtyard that was originally entangled took a turn for the worse, the thousand-year-old soul soldier was seriously injured and sat on the side, Zhao Sanliang was already delirious at all, and Feng Lie turned the blade until Wei Bushu and the others. The white tiger had already pressed towards everyone, but when he saw the soul gathering lamp, he subconsciously paused.

Kunlun took the veins of Wu Xing and probed a little Zhou Tian in his internal organs, only to soothe his eyebrows slightly, and made a "no hindrance" expression towards Wei Bushu.

Wei Bushu's red coat seemed to be suddenly blown by the wind, and Xiong Wu, who was closest to him, felt the murderous aura he had gathered in an instant, the black snake whip soared out of the air, and the whip Ling Feng whipped on the forehead of the white tiger, and the tiger hissed in pain, and pounced on Wei Bushu. Wei Bushu is not a vegetarian, short to the side of the wall, the tiger scraped off a layer of wall skin and followed, Wei Bushu looked solemn, the snake whip reflexively pulled out, is wrapped around the tiger's tiger claws, between a pull, the tiger's offensive weakened, Wei Bushu took advantage of this gap, his feet stepped on the tiger's forehead, and stepped on the tiger's head, and it reflexively opened its bloody mouth and quickly tore off a piece of the corner of Wei Bushu's clothes.

Wu Xing had already woken up at this time, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that Wei Bushu narrowly avoided the mouth of the white tiger, and immediately sat up in shock and was about to pounce, Kunlun stopped him: "None of us can get by, the master is using the anger on his body to fight the evil spirit of the white tiger, and anyone joining is not good for the master, unless ......"

Kunlun looked at the thousand-year-old soul soldier who had been defeated on the side, Feng Lie was walking over there with his sword, Xiong Wu shouted: "I'll come." Then he jumped over with the nail of his little arm, and in a moment he exchanged hands with Feng Lie.

Feng Lie didn't expect Xiong Wu to obstruct him, and after a few moves, he said eagerly: "Kill the soul soldier, and I will recall the White Tiger." ”

Xiong Wu stared sharply: "I'll kill you first." ”

This fight is a few more rounds. Wu Xing felt that something was wrong, and when he looked back, he saw Kunlun frowning and looking at the battle situation coldly, but he was very abnormal and did not participate in it, Wu Xing couldn't help but think, is he staying to protect himself? But there was clearly a little scruple in his eyes. What exactly?

"You can casually probe the fault of my mind, and I have to change it." Kunlun's eyes fell on the battle situation between the two sides, but his voice was a reminder to my line. But at the end of the words, he sighed, and the compromise in his tone did not know whether it was for me or for himself. "I can't touch that knife."

Wu Xing didn't immediately ask why, but quickly sorted out the memories in his mind, his face was a little ugly, this tiger-shaped knife is clearly the saber of the black-robed general in "Seven Taboo Generals' Manuscript", Kunlun looks so similar to the black-robed general, he must know this knife, he said that he can't touch it, does it contain an inside story?

The expression on Kunlun's face had long since converged, obviously he didn't want to talk deeply, but his greatest combat power was not played, Wei Bushu and Xiong Wu had to fight until the head was a head, and Kunlun had already keenly discovered that Wei Bushu had obvious physical depletion.

"You go and train with the soul soldiers." Kunlun suddenly commanded me, in an unquestionable tone.

Wu Xing looked at the soul soldier who was dying on the side, and said "um". Since Kunlun let him pass, he must have predicted the combat effectiveness of the soul soldier, otherwise it would be impossible for him to take risks alone.

Thinking like this, Wu Xing actually had a little bit of no hesitation, he walked quickly to the vicinity of the Millennium Soul Soldier, but Wu Xing didn't expect that the first thing he found was not the Millennium Soul Soldier, but Feng Lie, this person was fighting with Xiong Wu, his weapon was better than Xiong Wu, Xiong Wu's force was higher than his, both of them were looking for each other's flaws in the struggle, it is said that at this time, Feng Lie was definitely beyond the reach of my whip, but I don't know why, he seemed to have been paying attention to the direction of the Millennium Soul Soldier, and felt that someone was walking in that direction, Feng Lie almost instinctively threw the tiger-shaped knife out of his hand, and the tiger-shaped knife drove straight into the ground in front of me with a "zheng" sound, and at the same time, Xiong Wu's dark nail finally waited for a flaw and penetrated Feng Lie's shoulder.

Wei Bushu was even more weird, the white tiger who had just been on par with him, suddenly stopped moving, his eyes and ears were pulled by something, and he began to look around, and the evil qi that even the fur stood up before somehow collapsed. Wei Bushu was also a little unfamiliar, and even stepped forward and kicked the white tiger: "Why are you stunned?" Why don't you fight? ”

Wu Xing finally understood that Kunlun asked him to look at the thousand-year-old soul soldier, not to let him take action, but to let him break the situation. Kunlun didn't have to play in person, but he had already won, and a sense of admiration came up from the bottom of my heart.

Kunlun walked in front of Feng Lie and watched condescendingly as the blue color on his eyebrows slowly faded. "You're fighting this soul soldier's idea, what do you want?"

Feng Lie's eyes twitched, he didn't know why, he had always known that Wei Bushu was not easy to mess with, but he had never been jealous in his heart, but he was looked at by Kunlun like this, and he felt majesty in him for no reason, he turned his head to the side, and the white tiger walked between the two, although the body was huge but docile like a cat.

Feng Lie's eyes showed more surprise, he subconsciously felt that the tiger was a little abnormal today, but he couldn't tell where the abnormality was, he subconsciously looked in the direction of the soul soldier, Xiong Wu had already added a seal around the soul soldier, and Feng Lie couldn't get close anyway.

Almost, just a little, Feng Lie frowned in annoyance, and said to Wu Xing through everyone: "Soul Lantern Wei, you shouldn't help outsiders harm me." ”

Wu Xing looked confused, he glanced at Wei Bushu and Xiong Wu, and pointed to his nose for some reason: "Are you talking to me?" ”

Feng Lie looked around sarcastically, and suddenly unzipped his navy blue coat, and a shirtless chest and the faint tattoo on his chest were exposed to everyone's eyes.

As soon as he thought about it, he understood that the Feng family had coded tattoos on his body, but he always felt that even if the tattoo was coded, it should be mysterious and weird and the mysterious atmosphere from the ancient clan, but when he saw Fenglie's tattoo today, his first feeling was a little disappointed, and he thought maliciously, in more than a thousand years, he would simply tattoo a zipper on his chest.